First Meeting (Poetry)

The blip a mesmerising point of light -
a firefly undulating on the screen -
I watched your progress down the homeward straight
and monitored that steady, pulsing gleam.

The wires between a coded thought-exchange -
a flash of semaphore, a stab of pain
answering, my signals urged you on,
anticipation flooding every vein.

Blood rhythms beat a high pitched, throbbing song,
my breathless chorus rising as you neared,
and agony and ecstasy were one
as you arrived and everybody cheered.

The moment burst upon us in a blur
of sheer sensation - physical and deep -
and rapture shook me, laughing through my tears,
amazed that joy so fierce could make me weep.